Cheer me up. Something has to cheer me up. I don't want to be the silent sufferer any longer. I want change. Anything but the sour disappoitment that's coating my tongue with bitterness. Anything. I don't pray. I'm sorry. I see no point in it, but I can request and ask and turn the hidden wheels of my mind into the right direction. I want to tear down the cobwebs of the old and embrace the new, no matter how raw that new is. I will stop saying 'emo'. I won't swear and I will work hard. Personal life? It can kiss my low fat ass for all I care. If no one is ready to accept me as I am, then screw 'em all. I'm not going to change they want me to, but I will change the way I want to. I will conquer this world. It's as good as mine. Yes it is.
Anton's story about medical examinations for the army is horrifying me. How dare they do that! It's so... wierd.